YG - 2015 Flow lyrics

rate me

(Verse)

It's that Silicon Valley flow

I got that sun dance vision, nigga ye ain't know

Got damn, I got album of the year, still

3 packs in, imagine how these wack rappers feel

I've been killing niggas all year

Bill, me and them white folk names got sumething in common

Bills, I got em, I've been at rich houses, I've been to rich hills

The homie got that Tommy, know that's sumething that he'll feel

Look tho, been really off the hook tho

My fam straight, my homies got $ on their books tho

Lately my bitch been tripping on me

I'm like bitch I'm in the studio, let me cook tho'

RJ killing shit, my homies is killing shit

But I'm tryin' to convince em to be on some drug dealing shit

I can't blame em cuz their mamaz, they don't give a shit

So I fronted them some work, told em they can get rich

Get rich, get rich, get rich

Mama I finally did it, hustle hard then get rich

Lately, I've been on some solo shit

Cortez, long socks, I've been on my cholo shit

Bitch ya keep tripping, I'mma let bygones be bygones

Walk up in the house with high .9s, I'm like hi mum

But I'm right back on my nigga shit

Like what, she fucking and sucka, she with the shit, let's flip this bitch

Let's flip a pound, shit yin't at it tryin' to bust 'er panties

And no respect for the hoes that wasn't fucking but fuck it now

Bust it down, bust it down, bust it down

Ya can profit 3500 if ya bust it down

Send me the plan, I'ma figure how to execute

My management like hol' up YG, I'm like, I ain't waiting on ya

It's that 2015 flow

Kill yoself if ya ain't getting dough

Hold up, keep $, keep $ , keep $

Ya gotta speak it to existence, nigga, keep $

They said Dre made a billion

I'm like, shit I can do it if he did it

Fucking on what's his name's babe momma

Her pussy ghost, her walls broke down, she ain't got no ceilings

They was like, YG ya shouldn't go there

I said, bitch I think I'm Silkk the Shocker, I got no limits

Fuck ya niggas, they ain't living what they talking bout

Even with a million dollars I'll still spark it out

Fuck these niggas, fuck these niggas, fuck these niggas

They wasn't shooting with me in the gym so fuck these niggas

I'm Ruff Rydin', where my dogs at?

Where them niggas that fuck them bitches on their poles at?

Nigga, 2015

On the front porch selling twenty sacks for fifteen, nigga